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The Poetical Works of John Keats Given from His Own Editions and Other ...
Повний перегляд - 1884
ALBERT arms AURANTHE beauty blue Book breath bright clear close clouds cold comes CONRAD dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth Enter ERMINIA ETHELBERT eyes face fair fear feel feet flowers gentle GERSA give golden gone green hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour keep kiss lady leaves light lines lips live look Lord LUDOLPH moon morn mortal never night o'er once OTHO pain pale pass poor Prince rest rose round seen shade side sigh SIGIFRED silent silver sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood sure sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought took trees turn voice warm wide wild wind wings wonder young
Сторінка 270 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...
Сторінка 248 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Сторінка 255 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Сторінка 255 - Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe ' Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, " Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 52 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 251 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
Сторінка 270 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Сторінка 247 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 248 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Сторінка 222 - There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.